OK, so he’s not actually my child, he’s my godson. My oldest godson. But he is the best thing in my life. I haven’t seen him consistently since he was a wee little one when my best friend moved to Jacksonville/ I moved to Gainesville/ North Carolina, but he is still my little man. And I can’t believe he’s 10!
I remember when he was born. 10 years ago when I was living in Orlando. I was actually playing hooky from work and sitting in the DMV getting my license renewed. My best friend was scheduled to be induced in enough time for her and her doctor to watch the Canes game. No, I’m not kidding. And they beat Pittsburgh, so Nicky was good luck! (duh)
Our 2005 trip to Disney (this picture) I’ll never forget it.. He spotted the butterfly tattoo on my hip and asked if it was my pet butterfly. Of course it was the cutest thing EVER.
I remember how itty bitty he was. And how sweet he smelled. Baby powder!
I miss this little man. So freakin much. He will always be my first born.
I love you like crazy my little Pickle Bits!